Off my game.

It's not that anything went particularly wrong today; it's just that the day went, plain and simple, and now is gone. Time grows shorter and shorter, and my head would seem to be anywhere but here where I need it.

Surprisingly, the walk down the mountain was harder than the climb up: we were tired; there was no peak before us, encouraging us to keep going; the farther we descended into the valley, the warmer it got. On the way up, I had no conception of how hungry or thirsty I might be. Coming back down, it started to dawn on me.

Stone ruins--sheepfolds, houses, abbeys--dot the north Welsh landscape. We didn't visit the dramatic ones, but the small survivals were all around us.